Cinderella was a beautiful young woman. You couldn't always tell, her hair often in a messy bun, her face and clothes dirty from cleaning and cooking all day. She once lived a happy life with her father in his estate, but that all changed when he remarried. Her step mother was a cruel woman and Cinderella knew she only married her father for his money. But...
This was, I concluded, silly. Here I was, in the hotel room of a woman I had met only an hour earlier. I was naked, my small, stiff nipples coated with my own pussy juice. I was kneeling, by the door, waiting for her to come to her room. What if she was a serial killer? Or a white slaver? My imagination ran riot in one direction. The growing wetness between...
The Köntlicher Files, Chapter 2: Paul and Susan Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers (All characters were at least 18 years old at the time of sexual activity) The Köntlicher (pronounced: kōn-li-shay) Institute is affiliated with a major Midwestern University, and dedicated to the study of heterosexual relationships disrupted by apparently aberrant behavior...
I sit in the middle row of class staring at my dreamy teacher while she talks. I don't understand a single word she is saying, which only inhibits my drifting off into my own thoughts. Math is not my strong point, which is why I am still in Algebra II. I have had a crush on Ms. V since the beginning of sophomore year. I was a senior now. She was absolutely b...
Hi my name is Annette Taylor. Some of you might remember me from previous stories that I have posted on this site. Well this is just a short story of how my pee games with my girlfriend Chantelle escalated. It happened about 3 months ago after Chantelle and I returned home from a big night on the town. This night we arrived home about 3am extremely drunk. As...
This is Camilla's gift to me: a helpless Fiona to do whatever I want with. I saddle up, making sure to dig the heels of my riding boots into her sides. She winces so I pull her head up with the reins, giving her hair a sharp tug too. "You're my little pony now, Fiona," I tell her. Camilla's getting comfortable on Ashley, stroking her ears and the back of he...
"This is where the spankings go" I'm damn near drooling on my toast as I look at the picture and read the words. I'm on the road right now, in my hotel room, eating breakfast. On my phone is an email I just got from Holly. Whenever she can't accompany me on the road, we send each other naughty pictures once or twice a day. This morning's photo is a pic of H...
Author's Note: This is the final part of this series and of course I'd encourage you to start off with parts one and two, but you can probably just jump in here if you like. There are other Bethanie and Maddy stories before this too, but unhelpfully I don't indicate that in the titles. Sorry! You can read more about them in The Lipstick Test and The Coffee S...
The bar wasn't strictly a lesbian bar, but a lot of queer women frequented it. It was also close to my condo on my way home from work, so I tended to end up there at least a couple of times a month, more when I was between girlfriends. That was my situation when I walked in on a Friday night after a long week. I wasn't even particularly looking to get laid,...
Ryan tipped the cabbie and entered her building in the Mission. She trudged up the steps to her second floor apartment, rubbing her eyes. Goosebumps could still be seen on her arms, damp and chilled from the rain. The Victorian was quiet and Ryan tried to respect the time by unlocking her door without disturbing the silence. She closed the door carefully beh...